Sarah's Private Dick Ch. 02

Crap, she wasn’t going to be able to get anything done. Sarah looked at her showerhead. It was removable.  Once, when she was in a women’s locker room, she’d overheard some of the women giggling about how showerheads could be used for masturbation.  It might be worth an experiment, just to see if she could even masturbate.  And maybe if she did it would get these erotic imagines out of her mind and she could go back to being plain old Sarah Brown. 

Licking her lips with nervousness, feeling as though she was doing something utterly naughty and the morality police were going to come breaking into her bathroom, Sarah reached up and pulled the shower head out of its holster.  Okay.  That was the first step. Turning it towards her, she directed the spray at her chest.  It felt nice, the hot water pounding against her breasts, especially when she targeted jets against her nipples.  The little buds ached and throbbed.  How pretty would they look against obsidian skin, dark as night to set off the cream and rose of her own body? The imagined visual was enough to make her feel sexy.

Water trickled down her stomach and over her the pubic hair on her mound, clinging to the hairs, teasing and tantalizing her swollen tissues.  And she did feel swollen.  Had she ever felt this turned on before in her life? Maybe... a long, long time ago. There were no occurrences springing to her mind at the moment.  With a small moan, she lifted one of her hands to her breasts, pinching the nipple.  It hurt a little, but it felt good too... no one had every pinched her nipple before, but it felt right. The throbbing of her nipple went straight to her clit, the two buds beating in tandem.

Moving the jets of water down her stomach, Sarah sucked in air as she spread her legs and the spray hit her tender pussy. Closing her eyes she imagined that it was Derrick's dark hand on her breast, that the water was his fingers, teasing her outer folds.  Leaning back against the wall, Sarah could feel her legs trembling as pleasure coursed through her.  Wet... hot... what if it wasn't his fingers, but his mouth?

She gasped as she imagined Derrick's hands on her creamy thighs, his arms were like unyielding bars of obsidian, pushing her legs apart, opening her for him.  Leaning her head back against the cold tile of the shower, the heat in her pussy seemed even greater as she brought the shower head closer to her body, intensifying the power of the jets against her.  Rocking her hips she moaned, imagining that the wet warmth was Derrick's tongue, sliding out between his dark lips as his gleaming white teeth flashed in a sensual smile, his dark, bald head bobbing between her creamy thighs...

The jets of water rattled against her clit, which was rabidly swelling, and Sarah cried out with pleasure, her body shuddering and struggling to stay standing as her orgasm rushed through her, her mind filled with erotic imagery of the man who had just been in her house.  Ecstasy coursed through her and throbbed, before gently rushing away, leaving her empty and naked in the shower.  It was fulfilling physically, but not so much emotionally. 

Feeling drained, Sarah put the shower head back where it had started and picked up her cherry blossom scented shampoo.  Her loins felt sated, but for the first time, she really felt kind of lonely. It had been nice having company in the house, knowing that she wasn't all alone.  Although she'd really enjoyed having him here much more than she should have, considering that they hadn't interacted at all.  And how incredible was it that she had a better orgasm fantasizing about Derrick than she'd ever had during sex.

Sarah made a face. Maybe she should have been masturbating more often. Even though it made her feel lonely afterwards, perhaps her problem with sex had been that she was just able to get herself off better than any man would ever be able to. That kind of made sense, considering how complex women’s bodies were to men’s. Or at least, so it seemed.  It had always been a surprise when she had an orgasm with Martin, it certainly didn't seem to be something he strove for.  Then again, she'd never complained either.

At least she’d been a good wife to him. Thank goodness she hadn’t met Derrick before this, she would have felt awful having such an attraction to another man while Martin was still alive. With him gone it seemed a little disrespectful to his memory, but at least it wasn’t blatantly wrong.

Getting out of the shower Sarah sighed. The hardest part about her life now was all the changes. Before, things had been so secure. She hadn’t had to think too much. Or, really live too much when it came right down to it. In fact, she’d lived vicariously through Martin and Patricia in a lot of ways - career wise she’d lived through Martin as he’d built up the restaurant and made it successful, and love / adventure wise she’d lived through Patricia. Hearing about the restaurant, making her own small contributions of suggestions, had kept her satisfied and she’d been able to burrow into her room, making pretty pieces of jewelry because she’d already felt like she was being useful. Patricia and Lloyd’s courtship had warmed her heart, much more than anything Martin ever did for her (partially because he rarely did anything for her) and now when the couple would travel she would pore over their pictures, listen avidly to their stories, and pretend that she was satisfied with that. But truthfully… she’d always wished that she and Martin could go with them. But he hadn’t wanted to leave the restaurant.

As awful as it sounded, Sarah realized that she was free. If she wanted to go on Patricia and Lloyd’s next trip she could. The restaurant wouldn’t need taking care of, and Martin wouldn’t need her here at home to take care of cooking, the housework and the garden. That had always been his reason for keeping her at home, otherwise she and Patricia could have gone on some girl trips, but she couldn’t just leave him to his own devices when he needed her at home… the long hours of working at the restaurant had exhausted him. And, despite the fact that he owned a restaurant, he had been a pretty wretched cook. Letting him live for a week off of Easy Mac wouldn’t have helped his heart any.

But now that responsibility was gone. Sarah felt a weight lift off of her heart. And she refused to feel guilty about it. Of course she wished Martin was still alive, but it wasn’t wrong of her to find something that was good in her life now, finding new ways to be happy. It was a little scary too, she’d always felt comforted in knowing exactly how her life was going to be. Now she had no idea at all.

*****

Derrick woke up at 5am with an aching erection, floundering his way out of an embarrassingly erotic dream involving his employer. He’d been running his hands over her face, her pale pink lips, through that gorgeous, silky hair, and marveling at the contrast between her small, delicately pale features and his rough, large black as night hands. It only took a few pumps of his dick before he was spurting white cream all over his belly.

Unfortunately he was the kind of person that couldn’t get back to sleep once he was awake. Groaning, he got up and took a shower, washing his seed off of his belly and chest, and got to his morning work out early, planning out his day.

He’d try to see if he could get any more information on Vincent. And he needed to call Nick and see if he could come drop off the files. There was just something that didn’t add up (pun intended) about those accounting books.

The thing was, he wasn’t sure that the discrepancy had anything to do with Vincent.